Page 165 of The Wicked
Her lips looked like I’d fucked the subtleness out of them; they were swollen, pink flushed, fucking kissable, and I wanted to do it, close the distance between us, taste my cum on her tongue—but I couldn’t.
I hated that I couldn’t.
So I pulled her by her waist, and her body fell against mine.
The piercings from her nipples pressed against my shirt, and my tongue ached to lick them back to softness.
I raised a hand to her hair, brushing the short length as I asked, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Not in a bad way,” she said.
“Hm.” I arranged her hair as it was when she entered the washroom.
“You might not believe it,” she said, and I dropped my gaze to hers, “but this was the first time I’ve let anyone near my mouth since I was fifteen. Just in case my skills were—”
“You were perfect,” I countered immediately because, yes, she was. I’d never been so undone to the point that it affected my breathing. “I thought you said your first time was seventeen?” I asked, even though I knew it had been a lie.
She looked away from my face to my shoulder. “I lied,” she said. “I was fourteen… my first time.”
My hand froze on her hair; she noticed and quickly added to her previous statement.
“It was nothing. I barely remember it.” She shrugged, but I knew she did remember. Her lie was transparent.
“Hm,” I said in response.
Her gaze met mine again. “So… this no kissing thing. Can we just take it away?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I never go back on my words or my affirmations.” I dropped my hand from her hair, trailing the naked skin on her exposed thigh. Unable to keep my hands off.
“But you do,” she pointed out. “We just broke one of your rules.”
“Which you will pay for.” My hand moved.
A giddy look crossed her face. “Oooh, why do I like the sound of—” She gasped when my hand cupped the heat between her legs, my touch intense and possessive because it was precisely how I felt.
A glint of pride bloomed in my chest at how soaked and hot she was for me. I wanted nothing more than to make her pay for the interruption she had caused today, for the rules she had made me break.
Just as she had made me lose my damn mind a few minutes ago, I wanted her to lose hers too.
She sucked in her bottom lip to stop the soft hiss that had been about to escape.
“You don’t know what you’ve signed up for, Querida.”
Her eyes brightened as she released her lip. “I could say the same for you.” She smiled. “As you said, we’re alike in so many different ways. I want to unearth you as much as you want to do the same with me. It’s what makes this fun.”
“You shouldn’t hoodwink yourself by thinking there is anythingfunabout this. It is incommodious at best.”
“Incommo-what now?”
I took my hand off her, settling both on her waist before I hesitantly pushed her away from me.
“Inconvenient,” I stated in much simpler terms.
Grabbing my trench coat, I brushed past her towards the door and slipped it back on, turning to face her.
